Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 91212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Does she not know that men skilled at taking women look for people exactly like her? They want the ones that are easy to pick off. The ones that are distracted and unaware of their surroundings. She's the perfect candidate for an abduction. She's rich, so it increases the chances of a ransom if they wanted to go that direction. Hell, they could make pretty good money off the amount of jewelry she's wearing and parting out that cute little sports car I have no doubt she drove here in. They wouldn't just let her go unscathed though, and I imagine her sheltered little life wouldn't even allow her to picture the horrific things that can happen to a woman in a couple of hours.
Disgust at such hypothetical situations makes my skin crawl as I follow her to the elevator, sliding my arm between the doors before they have a chance to close.
I step inside, my eyes locked on her face, my position so close I can see her cheeks as they start to turn pink.
The way she lifts her chin, as if her body's display of embarrassment isn't painted across her face, is something I find that I like. I enjoy the insolence a little. I like that she's willing to break some rules to find her sister. It tells me that she cares, that she still sees value in Sadie, while some in Sadie's life have already washed their hands of her.
Neither of us says a word on the elevator ride, but I don't count it as a win when she pulls her eyes from mine, staring at the side of the car until it stops on her floor.
I follow her to her room, and surprisingly, she doesn't try to slip inside and close the door in my face.
This is the same hotel she was in last time, making it more proof that she has no idea what she's doing with how easy it was to predict she'd come right back here.
I close the door, trying not to stare at her ass as she steps further into the room, wheeling a very large suitcase behind her. I can't help but wonder if she packed that devastating fucking robe of hers again this time.
"You are nothing but trouble," I mutter.
"Is that right?" she asks, spinning around so fast she catches my eyes lower on her body than they have any right to be. "How about a progress update?"
"I could've easily told you on the phone that we're no closer to finding Sadie than we were when you were here earlier in the week."
"Yet you didn't call."
"Kincaid is your contact. He'll call when we know something."
"I'm paying an awful lot of money for nothing to have been found yet."
"We can't just pull evidence out of thin air," I argue, annoyed at the implication in her tone.
I stalk toward her, irritated that I'm here once again rather than working the actual case.
"And if I pay more, would that make it easier to find my sister?"
My eyes narrow, hands forming fists at my sides. "Are you implying that we're crooks? That we only do this for the money?"
She lifts her chin a little higher, and that gives me the only answer I need.
"This is my fucking life's work," I snarl. "I do this every day. I've spent my life finding people, helping people, trying to shut down these evil bastards who think that life isn't valuable. I imagine that's more than you can say from way up there, judging those of us on the ground who put in the real work from your ivory fucking tower."
She doesn't argue, but I know this isn't a victory either. If anything, I've just proven some unspoken opinion she had about me.
"I plan to go back to Daydreamer's to see if I can find anything out," she says.
"Like fuck you will."
"I see it didn't take long for those true colors of yours to show, Mr. Yarrow."
I hate the insufferable, indignant tone in her voice. I know if I get any closer to the woman, I'll end up trying to kiss her or some shit, so I keep my distance. The woman has the uncanny ability to drive me absolutely mad.
"You don't get to tell me what I can and cannot do," she snaps.
"If you go back, we'll have no other choice but to back out of the case. No refunds."
She's the one to step forward, inching closer to me.
"Do you think I care about the money? This is my sister we're talking about. I'd drain every account I had access to in order to bring her home."
I'm close enough to watch the anger drain from her face.
"I fully understand that," I say, my irritation seeping away. "I don't think Sadie's disappearance has anything to do with Daydreamer's."